Chapter 742: Ancient Magical Script vs the Anomaly!!!
Arlen Black bled blue today, the runes of Ancient Magical Script taking a blue, ghostly form in his surroundings.
His eyes were glowing blue.
His breath was misting blue.
His black hair donned blue at the ends.
No gloves. No shoes. No external object seemed to be carved with those mystical runes.
Yet, power seemed to be in his grasp at a mere thought.
And Black thought; commanded; willed.
With a thundering rhythm, dozens of tiny, incomprehensible runes boiled around before landing on the back of his hands, elbows, shoulders, chest, back, thighs, knees, and feet.
This was just the beginning, though.
Black’s Hogwarts robe rippled without wind and hundreds of runes fell on it, painting it in a glowing, blue color.
It was as if Black was wearing robes of blue flames.
Every flicker of these blue flames, like tongues of fire, were strings of tiny runes.